He moaned in response causing vibrations on my cock.Īs my cock became a direct missile in his mouth, I asked, “Who is a better cocksucker me or that bimbo cheerleader girlfriend of yours?” “Do you like the feel of my cock growing in that pretty mouth of yours, straight boy?” I asked. He quickly obeyed, his mind shifting from ashamed to hungry instantly. I allowed it to grow as I instructed, “Use your tongue, faggot.” Grabbing his head and shoving my cock in his mouth. He looked up, a hunger in his eyes, a desperation in his tone, “I’m your straight cocksucker.” I don’t just let any little straight boy suck my cock,” I ordered. “I’m your cocksucker,” he said, still quietly. “Tell me what you are in a complete sentence.”
“Cocksucker,” he whispered, clearly humiliated by admitting such a thing. “Only if you want me to,” I teased, tapping my cock head on his nose.
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“Y-y-you are not going to call me the name in public are you?” He stammered, both petrified for his new secret to be revealed and for him to be outed, plus my cock on his lips had him hungry to taste me again. “But you don’t get my cock until you choose a pet name for me to call you.” “I am not going to make you do anything Matt,” I said, moving my cock around his lips. (But more of my straight turning philosophy later) It is just the reality of the male psyche: almost all men are bi-sexual at heart, many just never cross the invisible line society has created. His eyes went big and it was obvious my turning of another straight boy would not be a onetime thing (it almost never was, once you take a beautiful cock like mine between your lips and eventually swallow my addictive seed you are forever a cocksucker once you bend over and take my long, thick cock up your ass, your man pussy, you are forever yearning to feel yourself filled by my cock). “Pick one,” I ordered, as I moved my arm from underneath him, sat up and placed my flaccid cock in front of his face. “So what is it? Faggot? Cocksucker? Queer? Ass-taker? Cum bucket?” I asked, listing a few derogatory, demeaning gay terms, all which I myself had been called. “God, no,” he said horrified at the new derogatory option. “What else would it be? You sucked, rather eagerly may I add, my cock.” When he didn’t say anything as my logic was rather precise, I added, “I guess you could be a cum bucket.
“I guess not,” he whispered, before adding, his voice trying to sound manly, “but I’m not gay.” Wanting to hear him say it, I asked, “So you are not as straight as you thought you were, are you?” I had seen the look, the silence, many times and it always led to acceptance, although often guilt and shame were their first emotions. He didn’t say anything, clearly still coming to grips with the reality that everything he thought he knew about his sexuality was wrong. “Well, that is what you are,” I said, before adding, “unless you don’t want my cock in that pretty little ass of yours anymore.” I learned early on treating straight boys like girls, although humiliating, often seemed to relax them, even though logically it made no sense. “Please don’t call me that,” he said, timidly, even though he was a good fifty pounds bigger than me. I don’t know why, but turning straight boys was the greater turn on, as was calling them all the stereotypical names gay men had thrown at them all the time. “Until I turned you into my little fuck toy,” I said, continuing to push him deeper into humiliation. “Although, I didn’t know I was curious until today.”
“No, I guess not,” he cringed, clearly a bit of shame coursing through him. “Did you think you had a gay side before I had you bent over the couch and was fucking that tight ass of yours?” I asked, loving the awkwardness I was creating with my newly turned fuck toy.